Sanguinity Sphere

Mystique mist shrouds the penultimate path to the time future faded in obscurity. In twilight hour the sunset swansong echoes the tune of forlorn spent life, silhouetted still against the sunk somber skyline. The threads of turmoil weave morbid motif of craving cloud riding the sensuous storm to the blank horizon, once donning fervent hues. The tinged charisma sets yearning canvas ablaze, from its burnt relic the ashes of fervor fly away. The shards of shattered hope on dejected drift, flow in the stream of the unshed tear. The remnant rays of resurgence survive still, designing the last latent lattice of dream, swathes the sanguinity sphere of listless life.